Scene opens on a box of Italian cookies left open and crawling with ants on a picnic table.  A disheveled and dirty man enters from the shadows, picks up a cookie, brushes the ants off it and proceeds to eat.  For he still has his hunger and a small amount of self-respect; by not eating the ants.  Others waste is fine, not so with ants, what they ever do to him?  Their just doing what nature intended of them, unlike the others.